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Ascoltare Fatty Parts For A Good Match
Sonic Arts Network: Diffusion
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There should be more picture disks in the world. Firstly, they are just simply beautiful things. Secondly, it's hard not to feel obliged to give a few listens to, before casting judgement on, a project that had probably broken the bank balances and intimate relationships of the small label managers involved. The stakes are high though; the release actually has to be rather good otherwise these wonderful artefacts that promise so much can be a crushing disappointment to the listener.
This one is a split LP released on the Cambridge's Tripel label. This is their fourth release and the first one I have come across.
Ascoltare's side is a long overdue plunderphonic sideswipe at the all too ridiculous world of reality TV cooking. The plethora of cooking shows on our TVs treat the serous subject of food with the same sincerity and intellectual dexterity that teen pop treats love and relationships; they reflect a sugar coated reality that will never exist for the individual but one that the consumer must desire compulsively nonetheless. You too could cook like this if you had more time, money and stupid idle friends to notice or care. Consider the hyperreality of Gary Rhodes for example; I'm sorry but that man just does not eat all that butter.
As the Robert Mapplethorpe revealing the stamen of the phalocentic TV cook, Ascoltare brings out the latent sleazy eroticism of these shows thorough the manipulation of monologues by some of the worst offal. Keith Floyd, Rick Stein and Gordon Ramsey contribute word slops, mount the pillory and invite the peasants to throw their overpriced and unused putrid organics. Can you tell that I liked this side too? It's noisy, irreverent, hilarious and remarkably well put together. It almost made me want to go back into the studio myself, but not quite.
For the DJs amongst you the Ascoltare side features bonus Gordon Ramsey insults for dropping into your mixes. These include the famous `its grim, its f***king grim' routine and the celebrated `20 hard-ons a day' speech. The piscine theme established by the earlier recordings is somewhat abandoned here in favour of a warm gravy bath under in the grill light of pure obscenity. Buy this record before it fulfils its charity shop destiny. I didn't write that. It's in the press release. I rather wish I had though because it made me laugh and its very good advice.
Reviewed by Richard Whitelaw
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